Posts Tagged ‘new york’

by Matt

I’ve had my eye on this place since we moved to Parc-Ex a year ago.  You never know where you’ll find that little gem that may end up being the best of its kind in all of Montreal.  Is Sicily Pizaa Halal one of these rare gems?  Decidedly no BUT it was better than I thought it would be.  I figured that while I was up on Ogilvy groce-ing at Marche J.P.A., Parc-Ex’s best source for good feta, I should finally do my duty and report back.  Once again Julia was at work and since Ben (Franklin) was nowhere to be found I brought along Edward Montague, Esquire author of Legends of a Nunnery, the Castle of Berry Pomeroy, etc. as well as that all-time classic The Demon of Sicily.  Ed refused to acknowledge whether or not he was any relation to the Earl of Sandwich Edward Montagus.  At any rate, he proved to be curious if excitable companion.

Matt:  Well, this doesn’t look half bad at all.  All of the components of an all dressed slice are there.  Cheese, green peppers and mushroom.  This definitely isn’t one of those places that you take your out of town friends to to impress them.  This is more of an “I don’t feel like cooking dinner, I just want something hot a gooey to put into my face” kind of thing.  Which is fine.  In my wildest dreams I had hoped that it would be better than any New York slice and that Montreal could finally claim a pizza equal to those storied Gotham pies.

Ed: (watching a young woman across the street) His dream too returned to his recollection with the dreadful sensations he had endured, but at the same time it brought to his imagination the visionary charms of the female; passion and curiosity impelled him to advance, while fear kept him back.

Matt: Yeah, it’s definitely better than that new Pizza Pizza that just opened up on Jean Talon.

Ed:  Now, Benardo, I leave you to make your election; you have seen the result of a wicked and of a well-spent life, conduct yourself piously, and I will be your friend; act the reverse/ and I leave you to the common enemy of mankind, who will fawn before you to accomplish his dark designs, and finally rejoice over you when writhing in unutterable agonies such as you have but seen the guilty suffer, you toss on unfathomable boundless oceans of liquid fire.

Matt:  Bernardo?

Ed:  Fiend of Hell!  My eyes have seen thy deed, my ears have heard thy speech, look up, before thee stands Ugo de Tracy!  Thou, then art the husband of that Isabella who lies between us. There lies her head, this sword separated it from her body; it has the like office to perform on thee.

Matt: Fiend?

Ed:  Yes, even if mountains had been piled upon thee, easily could I upraise them.  Bernardo! Expect, me here to-morrow at midnight. Let not these vain fears prevent thee from profiting by my condescension.

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While it is true that this is a blog that deals mainly with matters Montrealaise, today we’ll take the liberty of writing about something Montreal-related that is located elsewhere, M. Wells Diner in Long Island City, Queens, New York.  In case you haven’t already heard of it, M. Wells is run by Au Pied De Cochon’s Hugue Dufour and his L.I.C-native wife.  They serve, well, this:

If you’ve ever wondered what breakfast or brunch at P.D.C. would be like, this is your place.  It’s super rich, super delicious and really not very pricy.

Now, it should be noted that Julia wasn’t able to make it this trip but she has nonetheless graciously agreed to participate, saving me from having to do a Glenn Gould-style “Matt LeGroulx interviews Matt LeGroulx about what Matt LeGroulx ate” thing.

Matt:  I am incredibly jealous that New York gets to have this place and we, the rightful owners, don’t.

Julia: I am incredibly jealous that you got to eat it at all. Especially since the time we tried together, it was closed for the holiday, and all I could do was peer sadly in the window.

Matt:  Yeah, I was pretty bummed.  At least I had that bag of smoked fish from Acme to keep my company.

Julia: And it was good company.

Matt:  Indeed.  But you know what would have been better company?  Tourtiere!

Julia: You’re right. As loving as the embrace of a smoked fish can be, that looks like something I just want to dive into.

Matt:  Well, you’re being a good sport.  A gooder sport than I thought you would be.

Julia: I’m hiding the fact that I’m very, very angry. And very, very jealous.

Matt:  Alright, alright, calm down.  No need to fly off the handle.  Hey, you know what else was great?  The Egg Tomato Pot.

Julia: MMMMM. Is that egg cooked right in the mess of stuff? I love eggs cooked in messes of stuff!

Matt:  Yup, just some egg baked in a pot with tomato sauce, pesto, onions, some other stuff and served with a piece of baguette.  This one is fairly easy to replicate at home, too.

Julia: Yeah, you made us a similar dish for breakfast after you got back from New York, if I remember correctly.

Matt:  You do.

Julia: But this isn’t about your cooking. Tell me what else I didn’t get to eat.

Matt:  Well, Ol’ Hugue was whippin’ everything  up back there his very self.  Stuff like this obscene sausage sandwich.

Matt:  That’s sausage, egg, tomato and home-made mayo.  Oddly enough it was my least favourite dish.

Julia: You mean favorite.

Matt:  …

Julia: You’re a person who doesn’t really love mayo, and who spells things quaintly.

Matt:  Listen, I understand that you’re upset that you didn’t get to go to M. Wells Diner in Long Island City, Queens, New York right off the Hunter’s Point stop on the 7 train but you don’t have to be an Mingy Mindy.

Julia: Actually, I did get to go. I sat on the steps in the slush. There was a lovely view of the Chrysler building, and we had a bag of cold smoked fish that weighed about 10 pounds, and I hurt my toe.

Matt:  And oh my god, that pie!

Matt:  Pumpkin pie.  Really, really good pumpkin pie.

Julia: You’re a really, really good pumpkin pie.

Matt:  And we can’t forget the Elvis Muffin.

Matt:  Or was it the King Thing?  No, wait, the Graceland Cupcake, a carrot cupcake with banana frosting.  Or was it a banana cupcake with peanut butter frosting?

Julia: I’m going to go eat peanut butter with a spoon.

Matt:  Oh my god, I almost forgot the buckwheat pancakes!

Julia: I’m going to go eat the maple syrup with a spoon. All of it.

Matt:  Oh my god, I almost forgot the Green Salad with buttermilk dressing, also seen in that last picture!

Julia: Oooo, I love buttermilk dressing. Who knew butter and milk tasted so good mixed together?

Matt:  Ol’ Hugue, that’s who.  I bet he mixes it his very self right back behind the counter!

Julia: Hey, we have butter! And milk! Let’s go make some buttermilk dressing!

Matt:  Oh my god!

Julia: I know, right!?

Matt:  Know what?

Julia: Know about how I’m full of great ideas…?

Matt:  I’m sure I have no idea what you’re talking about.

Matt:  Oh my god!  That’s it, that’s everything I ate.

Julia: This homemade buttermilk dressing I’m eating right now is delicious!

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by Matt

I was looking through old pictures and came across this one taken in Queens in May.  Anyone know anything about it?  If it smells how I think it smells (that unholy combo of Labbatt 50, cheap pizza, cheap smokes, sweat, stagnant river water and carnal desperation) then…  well…  it’s not good.

By the way what is that girl doing in that ad?  Is she just dumping it off the side of a building or what?  If it smells how I think it smells…  I don’t blame her.

*product is not actually by Lise Watier.

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